Nothing on My Mind Paul Kelly
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[Verse 1]
Rack 'em up, Jim, it's your break
Set 'em up Max, it's my shout
You know, I really could go a round or three
You wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this week
And I'm shovelling most of it for free
"Grace under pressure", that's what the old man said
Well, the old man said a lot of things in his time
Well, fighting a bull's one thing, fighting bullshit's another
You know, around here the bullshit just never seems to die
[Chorus]
I just want nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
[Verse 2]
Christ, hell! It's warming up in here
Listen to that guitar player, will ya?
Do you think anyone could tell him to turn down?
Where'd Jim go? Sorry, I didn't catch your name
It's impossible to hear a word above that sound
I'm a little thirsty, I'm running out of money
Hey, I'm a legend, not a star
And I'll talk to anyone, yes I will
Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab
Off those cold little vicious ones
As they keep coming right across the bar
Rack 'em up, Jim, it's your break
Set 'em up Max, it's my shout
You know, I really could go a round or three
You wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this week
And I'm shovelling most of it for free
"Grace under pressure", that's what the old man said
Well, the old man said a lot of things in his time
Well, fighting a bull's one thing, fighting bullshit's another
You know, around here the bullshit just never seems to die
[Chorus]
I just want nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
Nothing on my mind (Nothing on my mind)
[Verse 2]
Christ, hell! It's warming up in here
Listen to that guitar player, will ya?
Do you think anyone could tell him to turn down?
Where'd Jim go? Sorry, I didn't catch your name
It's impossible to hear a word above that sound
I'm a little thirsty, I'm running out of money
Hey, I'm a legend, not a star
And I'll talk to anyone, yes I will
Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab
Off those cold little vicious ones
As they keep coming right across the bar
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